This was inspired by the incident in the first stanza and, like many great stories before it, first appeared in serialised form... on twitter... about two hours ago...
(it has, however, been re-edited so those sticklers amongst you who have already started counting characters will notice that some stanzas are in fact more than 140 long!)
A pickup truck approaches
a roundabout.
Alan the passenger
chats &
gesticulates wildly
causing the driver to flinch
and perform a small swerve
which leads
to the driver
in the car
in the lane
next to him
Andy
currently singing along to his cd of LesMiserables
to oversteer
which means
the massimo cinnamon latte
from Costa
slightly misplaced
in the cupholder
on his dashboard
tumbles
scaldingly
into his lap.
On arriving at work
Andy has no choice
but to change
his sodden trousers for
his obliging boss’s
luminous
& voluminous
jogging pants.
Consequently,
at the meeting at which
Andy
was to give a presentation
his place is taken
by archnemesis
since PreSchool
Steve Nicholls.
Steve is
all charm and smarm
and while the directors
smile and joke with him
and slap him
on the back
they are unimpressed
with his figures.
The Deal is Lost.
Andy is
disappointed
he had worked hard
but enjoys a few moments
of schadenfreude
at Steve’s
discomfort
and that night
after her initial guffaws
at his garb
Andy and Sandra’s
lovelife is rekindled
as she soothes
his scalded leg
with lotion
Nine months later
if this were a story
they could have
named the child
for the Passenger
in the pickup
but Andy
had no memory
of the incident.
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